A/N: I hate myself because I still have two ongoing fics but I just finished the anime and the live action version of the story this is based on and already buzzing with ideas… so here we are…

I'll try to update this every other night (something I think I can actually do considering I'm excited about it).

Anyways, the story is based on ERASED. If you know the series, I have to tell you that some of the major Pitch Perfect characters are already dead at the start of the series (again, I'm just being straightforward honest here) BUT… Beca does have this nifty ability as hinted by the summary and seen in this chapter. Dr. Mitchell actually plays a good chunk of a role in the story and I found ways to include Luke, Tom, Theo (PP3), and Chicago (PP3) in the story. It's originally set in 2007 (or the present timeline of the hero) and in 1988 (when the lead character is in grade school). Since it's an adaptation, I'm making a couple of significant changes and to throw confusion to those who've watched the anime/live action with who the kidnapper/killer is, I also invented other roles original in this fic. :P

Sorry for the long schpill. The fic will only be 15 chapters long with a mix of short and long chapters.

I don't own pitch perfect.

"This… this is amazing Beca." Theo said just after listening to the mix Beca brought in.

And it would have made Beca happy, excited even, this was the moment she's been working hard for after all. The goal she was striving towards all her life.

However, the lack of enthusiasm in Theo's tone makes Beca think there's a 'but' in there somewhere.

"But…" Theo then said.

Ah, there it is. Beca thought to herself as she sighed. I knew it.

"I just, I feel like there's something missing." Theo went on. "I knew form the moment I heard you play at the club that you're pretty good. But I also had this feeling then, like you're too afraid of losing yourself to the music. I hear pretty sick beats but I can't seem to grasp who you are, you know? Who the person who made this is, their identity. Like your heart isn't in it."

"Thanks for your time, I guess." Beca then said, defeated. She's had a steady two night gig as a DJ at small blink and you miss it, hole-in-the-wall club in Atlanta hoping it could lead to her big break in becoming a music producer herself. It was as pure chance that the Theo guy sitting across the desk to her just so happened to be one who was working as a music producer for a big label company and gave her his card after hearing her set a few weeks ago.

To those blind to the obvious, this was the big break she's been waiting for since forever.

And right then, it felt like her dreams had been dashed.

"Come back when you find it that missing piece of your sound, okay? Don't be afraid to dig deep to find it!" Theo then said. It was a nice surprise to hear. A tiny bit of hope.

Something that Beca wasn't exactly holding onto, but oh well.

She could keep trying and hopefully she won't exhaust the guy who wants to give her the break she deserves to get into the industry.

The rest of the day went on it usual dreary pace leaving Beca to contemplate her next move.

She was working hard on the mix she had given to Theo, but apparently it just wasn't enough.

Music has been her life. It's her escape. It's where she finds herself.

It's supposed to tell people who she was. And truth be told, Beca thought it already did.

But apparently that's not the case.

So how does she find that missing piece she never thought was missing in the first place?

"Yo, Mitchell, you listening? You and future Mrs. Allen both have orders for delivery!" Bumper called out, snapping Beca back to the present.

"Bumper, it's never going to happen. Okay? You need to stop it or the air in here is just always going to smell like the fresh smell of the scent of your desperation." Amy replied in a rather calm but know it all tone that always gets Beca to chuckle.

She and Amy both make it out of the waiting room of Oasis Pizza. The restaurant's pretty decent and highly frequented by students from a nearby school district. Bumper Allen was the manager, he was the son of the owner after all. He's okay, a whole lot of obnoxious on most days but he leaves Beca alone for the most part. Really. It's Amy he goes after. From what Beca could tell, the two sort of have this thing going on. Serious for Bumper, not really for Amy.

Amy was different though. She's her self-proclaimed best friend despite Beca never really talking much to her.

Well, technically Amy always talks to her, she just drifts off on most days to think about whatever mix she's working on.

The two of them were both delivery riders for the store. It was a nice side gig during the day to help her pay the bills so she wouldn't need to depend so much on her dad who still thinks she should have gone to college. At night it was mostly finding other DJ gigs other than her steady one or making mixes.

"Don't eat the pizza on your way to the house Shorty!" Amy called out as they both hopped on their respective motorbikes.

"I don't get it." Beca replied looking at Amy confused at why she would tell her such a thing.

But Amy simply laughed in response before heading her own way.

Beca rode on towards a different direction. Her mind partly wondering as she saw the busy streets. Having rained the other night, Beca tried to avoid some of the puddles that formed on rocky narrow streets she took as short cuts before going on the main roads. She grumbled on herself for the idiots who kept trying to cross streets when the lights haven't changed at an intersection. Granted the streets weren't as busy as Beca would expect. As she went on her way, she's only seen a few cars and a delivery truck.

Nothing much of great interest for a supposedly busy city. She just watched the same old scenery one can expect in the city as she tried to wrack her brains to find a way to 'dig deeper'.

And then…

…it happened.

Beca found herself having just turned from the narrow street she takes as a short cut and once again on the main road.

A Revival… right now? Beca asked herself as she kept a keen eye on her surroundings.

It wasn't the first time it happened to her, this thing she decided to call a 'Revival'. Usually, it occurs when something bad was about to happen. A force of some sort brings her back between one to five minutes before the event. She would keep an eye out for something out of the ordinary and when she finds it, she tries to prevent it from happening.

So what was it? What did I miss the first time?

Beca was vigilant for anything she could have missed the first time she lived this moment until her eyes landed on the truck that she had passed by and saw the driver passed out on the wheel just as it drove past her.

Without wasting any second, Beca turned her bike around and sped down the same direction of the truck. "Hey! Hey dude, wake up!" Beca yelled, slamming on driver's side of the truck, hoping the driver would her hear through the halfway opened windows.

But alas, no response.

Looking ahead, Beca saw some kid, probably around twelve or thirteen, about to cross the street as the she and the truck approached the crossing at a dangerously fast speed. "Kid get out!" Beca yelled as she tried to reach for the wheel inside of the truck, maneuvering herself so that she could reach it and turn the wheel at a different direction. It did the trick, at least in making the poor boy jump out of the way just as she switched the direction of the truck towards some alleyway filled with nothing but dumpsters for the truck to safely crash into.

However, Beca was a bit late in turning her attention to what was in front of her and she ended up crashing into a car head on. She found herself flying over the hood, crashing on top of the roof before she passed out.

The next thing Beca knew she was in a dream-like state, remembering images of her mom who died when she was young… of her father who always worked and was never there… of this redheaded girl standing all alone in the middle of a snowy playground, wearing a red coat…

Is this… Ah, I guess this happens when you die… your life really does flash before your eyes.

Afraid of what to find before her when she started to become aware of the soft white sheets she laid upon, Beca took her time in opening her eyes.

When she did, she found a surprising sight.

Amy sitting by the chair next to her on a bed.

"Ah, Short-stack! You're awake!" she exclaimed.

"What?" was Beca's response.

"Do you remember your name? Age? Do you know where you are? You're probably not sure of the last one, but you're in the hospital." Amy went on.

"My name's Beca Mitchell. I'm twenty six. Amy, what happened?" Beca then asked.

"Oh, you hit your head pretty bad. You've been asleep for a day." Amy replied. "Lucky you, I was there Beca. Didn't know you're so heroic either. You saved that kid's life!" she went on. "I was passing by the other side, on my way back, when I saw what you did. A lot of people could have gotten hurt. Apparently the driver of the delivery truck had a heart attack while driving and died on the wheel."

Beca listened to Amy, this time a forcing a smile on her face. Usually when a Revival happens, she manages to turn a negative to something more neutral. Sometimes, she ends up getting hurt bad like this time.

Other times, someone gets to witness what she does and she's called a hero.

She finds it annoying but she was trying to be polite to Amy about it. She did inadvertently help her with the mess for the undelivered pizza and medical costs the management offered to pay for – or so Amy claimed – thanks to witnessing the whole thing.

"So, anyone you'd want me to call for you shorty?" Amy then asked.

"Hmm? No one worth bothering for me." Beca then replied.

"You sure shorty? No boyfriend? Girlfriend? Any friend at all?"

Beca tried not grumbling, she felt like Amy was prying a bit but then again she was there, without anyone asking.

"You're all the friend I need." she replied dryly, trying her best to be nice.

"Ah, well, I am a handful." Amy then replied. "If all's good then I should get to work." she then said. "Have a good rest shorty!"

"Thanks." Beca replied as she was left to her thoughts in the peace and quiet of her hospital room.

It only took another day before she was of everything and was finally allowed to go home to yet another surprise, because apparently waking up to Amy at her bedside wasn't enough of a surprise.

Her apartment door had been unlocked. Beca was ready to just call the police but stopped short when she picked up the familiar scent of her father's specialty of barbecue ribs.

Stepping inside the apartment she finds her father moving about the kitchen. "How did you even get here old man?"

"You were in an accident. Your landlady was informed by a work mate and she called me…" her father replied sounding a little bit hurt.

"She let you in?" Beca then asked.

"Obviously." he replied as he continued his work in the kitchen, hurt evident in his tone. "I was thinking of staying for a while. My daughter got into an accident after all."

"Oh yippee, good for you. Father of the year material right over there." Beca deadpanned as she settled on the couch. "It's a one bedroom. You have no room here."

"I'll sleep on the couch. Besides, I did pay your security deposits in the past, remember? And I'm making you dinner. I think that entitles me to a bit of hospitality from you." he replied with a sense of finality in his tone.

And Beca grumbled.

Great, Beca thought, this might be the worst Revival yet.

A/N Pt 2: I basically just used this chapter to set-up Beca's ability. The next chapter's also still setting main events, so it should be uploaded shortly.

On that note, who do you guys think died? That's gonna be revealed in the next chapter but I thought I might let the first few readers guess. :P

That said, for those tuning in to my Your Lie in April AU, it will be updated tomorrow come what may!

UPNEXT: Dr. Mitchell gets murdered (I mean, this bit is the summary...)! A dark past! A set-up! And a culprit still on the loose after all these years!